Thugged Out 4: Real Life

FOURTEEN- Shorty Wanna Ride

Its 5:58 AM. Goodmorning 😚

"Hoe, I'm tryna break a bone, when I get in them drawls. To the window! - to the mothafuckin walls. What a nigga don't know won't hurt him. So if you got a old man, bitch I ain't worried." - Young Buck

CRUISE DAY 4: SAN JUAN PUERTO RICO

PRESLEY

"You alright, Prancing Pussy?" my dad jokingly asks me, pushing my little brother Jacob's stroller. I narrow my eyes at him as he laughs. "I'm just messing around. You straight though?" he asks me. "Yes." I answer. "Why?" I ask. "You just looking fucked up." he answers. "We been out here some hours and it's hot as hell and a pigeon landed on my head so I'm annoyed. Oh, and I'm drunk." I answer, making him laugh. Our tour guide took us to a Bacardi rum distillery. I'm twenty years old but the legal drinking age here in San Juan Puerto Rico is eighteen so I drank much more than I planned to. I'm hot and way past drunk trying to keep this shit together so I'm ready to get back on the ship, take a shower, get some food, and just go sleep this shit all the way off.

We're walking around in Puerto Rico. It's cool but not exactly what I was expecting it to be. We didn't do too much. We went to the Bacardi place, saw a bunch of shit, took plenty of pictures, did a lot of drinking, and my dad found some people who sell drugs and all the adults with us except my mom, Ant's mom, Drew's annoying friend or whatever the broad is, and Nathan's wife got high. It wasn't the best weed but that shit was still smoking. I smoke a lot now that I'm a free man and the weed here ain't what I'm used to smoking with my dad, Ant, and Tez but I guess it gave me a small buzz.

The best part is we can use our phones and not be charged for it here unlike on the other islands but I'm lonely so I don't  have nobody to even text. I became cool with people in jail and they're the closest things to friends I've ever had my whole life even though they're criminals who I don't talk to no more now that I'm out. My dad told me to not trust those niggas in jail so I'm done with them now that I don't have to see them everyday anymore. I think they only fucked with me because I was generous with the shit I got when my parents put money on my books anyways.

"Presley! Here, take this. Take a shot with me." my momma demands, handing me a shot of alcohol. It's red and looks like it has some types of fruit in it. We just got in some type of bar that's not too far from the ship. It's getting closer to time for us to get back on. It's too many people around here and this place is crowded as fuck. "The hell is this shit?" I ask her, staring at it. It looks like some cough medicine or something. "Who you cussing at? It's alcohol. Take a shot with me. It's strawberry flavored and we don't have this kind where we live. Come on. " she demands. I shrug my shoulders. I'm with it. "One, two, three." Ant counts, recording me and her as we throw our shots back. "This shit taste old." I say, handing her the empty plastic cup back. They wrong for serving that nasty shit.

Ant starts laughing. "Nigga, you good?" he asks me, drinking straight out of  a Hennessy bottle. He's drunk as hell his damn self but he ain't bothering nobody because he can hold his liquor pretty good in my opinion. "Yes. I'm good. You the one running through a bottle of Hennessy by yourself." I answer. He hands the bottle to my mom. "Here, Jessica. Finish that." he demands, recording her as she drinks the remainder of the alcohol that's in the bottle. "We in fuckin' Puerto Rico and my ol lady really getting faded forreal forreal. She sexy too, huh? Yeah, all that action." he says, zooming in as she laughs while drinking it. Yeah, he's pretty drunk right now.

Gotdamn, these two sure do know how to get fucked up together. "I love you." my mom says, holding on to him. He kisses her neck then whispers something in her ear, making her blush and hold him tighter. "Drunk in, looooooooove." Qua playfully sings, watching my mom and Ant kiss while he holds Reign in his arms. This some cute ass shit, I guess. They alm coupled up, then there's me.